Chapter 12, Rachel Morris:
Someone traveled behind her and set the buildings to the torch. At least those making the decisions figured out the creatures only attacked at night and needed a safe place to hold up during the daylight hours.
Rachel hoped that the burning buildings held the dead of at least a few of the demons that attacked and murdered her friends.
She spent her life fighting other people’s battles, this time the fight would be personal. Most of the fighters in the magistrate’s dojo wanted her dead, but she felt the few that fought alongside her and died needed that debt repaid.
Specifically, Lane, the strange monk, priest, follower of the First Son with his staff. For a man that renounced violence, he’d been a remarkable fighter. Now he was dead.
She didn’t know follower
